So much death. She'd been wrong about Izu; go figure? She felt a certain sense of satisfaction that she'd never let her suspicions resolve into a final vote against him. Not that that had saved him. Although, what did it really matter, in the end?
As she'd gathered with the others, appearing pale and wan in evidence of insomnia, she'd remained grim and silent. She did not speak to anyone - tuning out the drone of their somewhat-panicky murmuring - and had merely stared, dispassionately, at Izu's corpse for several moments before turning on the ball of her right foot and stalking away.
She'd almost been sent away, merely to be saved by the Priestess at the last moment. Though, had she really been saved, or, instead, doomed to mirror quiet Izu's fate, as well?
Now, she returned to the common's room, curled up in the chair she'd claimed for herself after Remiel's death. She wrapped both of her hands - with interlaced fingers - around her knees, and she waited. Afternoon sunlight spilled through the slats of the blinds over the windows, setting a muted atmosphere. In thinking about those who had voted against her, her emotions roiled just slightly more when her musings settled upon Moirae. Had shi been trying to save her, or condemn her? Whose side was shi really on?